You open the Mickey Mouse Club lunchbox and see...

...are whisked away to the original set of the once popular children’s TV show. Now, you must find the clue. Or a pre-teen Britney Spears, whichever comes first. You take a quick look around and see a bunch of costumed Disney characters pretending to cut and arrange wooden planks on a clubhouse. You head on over to where Minny Mouse is hammering a two-by-four into place and ask her if she knows which Popeye’s Chicken establishment holds the next clue to your quest. Of course, your voice is no match for the loud banging of that hammer, so your question goes unheeded. You try again a moment later with the same results. Vexed by Minny’s cold shoulder, you flick her right in her huge black ear. You recoil in horror as you realize that your hand just touched flesh. These aren’t costumes at all, you think to yourself. Minny grabs her ear and lets loose a horrible shriek. Seconds later, Mickey Mouse comes storming over:

"Hey you! Get away from my bitch!"

This is getting really weird. It is definitely time to get the hell out of here. You make a break for the exit, but Goofy has interposed himself between you and the exit. He swings a saw at your head, and you barely manage to avoid it and race past the clubhouse. The characters suddenly stop their rampage when you put your hand on a corner of the clubhouse to rest. Thinking it to be a ploy, you check behind you to make sure there aren’t any other copyrighted characters (possibly Pluto) sneaking up on you. There aren’t, and you breath a sigh of relief. Your sigh is cut short, however, by a groan from the wall next to you. Before you can curse the carpentry skills of these bloodthirsty monsters, the wall buckles and snaps, dumping the half-finished roof onto your fragile, and now dead, body.

GUESS THEY SHOULD'VE USED BOB VILLA EH? START OVER!